Seven

Seven days seem like seven years,
you held me,
kissed my forehead and looked deep into my eyes.
What were you searching for?
My lost soul?
My broken dreams?
Or just my beating heart?
Did you find it?
Did you find my hopes cluttered in the corner
of my dusty heart?
Did you find my shattered dreams
covered in the veil of a fake smile?
Did you look into the void of my soul
and sigh at it
only to find the echo of your voice resonating in the emptiness.
Seven days.
In seven days you found the lost me
that I have been searching for eternity.
Seven circles of hell,
seven layers of purgatory,
seven sins
and seven days.
You have seen all of me in seven days.
Would you care to see some more?